After being fired from the diamond squid, I became a sea patrol ranger.

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The machete spun like a helicopter wing, hovering in the air for more than ten meters before finally crashing to the ground with a "crack".

The blade was embedded in the ground, leaving only the hilt.

Everyone, whether civilians, the governor, or the Robin's group, looked in shock toward the source of the gunshot.

They saw Spah standing there, his body as straight as a pine tree, holding a revolver high in his hand.

The gun hissed and smoked, and Spa's eyes, as if half-smoked, were bloodshot and filled with murderous intent.

"I said...stop!"

Spa's voice was not loud, but it was as cold as polar ice.

People were slightly stunned and froze.

But two seconds later, they became chaotic again, rushing towards the broadsword like racehorses, a dozen meters away.

"Looks like nobody's listening to me."

Spah shrugged and shook his head.

Snapped!

There was another gunshot.

The bullet tore through the air and struck the thigh of the person at the front.

The bullet grazed his skin precisely, leaving a bloody gash, before hitting the ground with a "thud".

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The man screamed and fell to the ground, clutching his thighs tightly with both hands, but blood still seeped out from between his fingers.

Everyone was stunned and frozen in place.

No matter how much they envied those breads, no matter how powerful the governor was, it couldn't hide their fear of death at that moment.

The robin was also somewhat surprised, its heart racing, and it frowned, giving Spall a deep look:

That guy was incredibly ruthless.

really!

Those rumors about "debt collectors" are true!

However, it seems to have worked.

Spall didn't know what the girl was thinking. He simply wiped the muzzle of his gun, blew away the ash, and said coldly:

"It's alright, that person only suffered minor injuries and it won't affect their mobility... but if you move again, things might change."

Spa's voice was very soft, but no one dared to utter a sound.

He strode forward, his leather boots clattering heavily on the ground as he walked toward the person.

People looked at each other in bewilderment. Some of the bolder ones tentatively extended their thighs and moved towards the hilt of the knife.

"I told you... don't move! Kneel down, all of you!"

Spah roared, his body radiating sword energy, and a thin film of blue light wrapped around his body.

Pfft!

Pfft!Pfft!Pfft!

poof...

A dozen or so voices rang out.

All the people knelt down on the ground.

The robin looked at Spa in surprise.

Although she knew that the other party would take tough measures, she never expected that Spa would even use his sword skills.

This is different from the concept of "harmony" which involves the strong supporting the weak.

【Protection】is the act of protecting others from the perspective of someone in a position of authority...

While the [Hunter] faction enjoys an excellent reputation in the Star Sea, it is essentially known for its ruthless and decisive killing, regardless of the cost.

Spata... truly lives up to his reputation as a high-level destiny traveler who has explored two different destinies to their fullest extent.

The robin thought to itself.

At that moment, Spall stood in the middle of the road, raised his pistol, pointed it at the people, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes:

"I've heard you have your own rules here? Indeed, in principle, I should respect local customs and culture. But..."

His eyes flashed coldly as he swept his gaze over the crowd. No one, no matter how fiercely they had fought before, remained completely silent. -Moon Chair Rei (Seven) Emu Shiba IV

“I’m not like the robin; I don’t have to worry about this or that! So what if you have your own rules?”

"In my eyes, none of this matters!"

"What are rules? I can kill you all, so you must listen to me! That's the rule!"

As he spoke, Spah flicked his wrist, pointed his pistol at the air above him, and fired a shot.

Snapped!

Boom!

The next second, everyone's eyes widened.

Chapter 143 A Choice Between Two Fates

An explosion suddenly rang out.

Everyone covered their ears, but they didn't know where the sound came from.

The crowd looked around, when suddenly someone raised their head, looked up at the sky, pointed several kilometers away, and stared in astonishment.

“Sculpture… statue…”

The man stammered. The others followed the direction he was pointing and looked over, only to see a rustling sound as gray-white dust rose into the distance.

There used to be a strange mountain there.

Unlike ordinary mountains, its entire body was carved into the shape of a governor's head.

However, at that moment, with Spah firing, half of the stone head was sliced ​​off. The remaining part also developed spiderweb-like cracks, with debris falling off with a clattering sound.

day!

Not only the public, but even the robin covered its beak.

Although she was mentally prepared for Spa's decisive actions, she never expected him to directly destroy someone else's faith.

That was a clean and efficient method!

"Do as I say, don't lay a hand on the child."

Spall rubbed his pistol, the sound flat and even. Yet, not a single person present dared to utter another sound.

"From this moment forward, everything I say is law. Unless, of course, you think you're tougher than that fat face!"

After Spall finished speaking, he put away his gun, took out a cigarette, leaned against the wall, and started smoking.

People fell silent.

After a long while, they dispersed like a tide, moving away from the child, but not daring to go too far. Instead, they peeked out and looked at the governor.

Damn mental stamp!

Spall glanced at the crowd. They took off running, hid in their own rooms, and slammed the door shut.

Of the indigenous inhabitants, only the governor remained standing.

"Oh? Do you have any objections?"

Spare took out a cigarette butt, and held the burning side up to the governor's head, gesturing repeatedly.

"No...no objection."

The governor's face was ashen, but he couldn't utter a single word; he was just sweating and trembling.

The entourage was stunned.

Although they followed the robin and enjoyed all sorts of VIP treatment on various planets, no one dared to interfere in local affairs.

But Spall did it with ease.

High-level Destiny Walkers are indeed extraordinary.

However, the robin knew that Spas did this not only because of his great strength.

Interfering in other people's affairs...that's something the company does every day! And Spah was once a senior executive at the company.

"I...I'll lead the way for you all."

The governor, trembling, walked to the front.

Spall watched his retreating figure, but sensed that the man was not simple.

Putting aside the other party's silent footsteps, Spaco clearly remembered that the robin's chorus had no effect on him whatsoever.

More importantly, when he unleashed his sword aura earlier, the governor did not kneel down. This is illogical.

That guy is also a high-level Destiny Walker!

I'm afraid... his fear was entirely feigned.

We need to be vigilant.

Spall pondered for a moment, but showed no sign of anything amiss on his face. He took a small puff of his cigarette and swaggered after them.

……

The sun rises to its highest point.

Sunlight streamed down onto the greyish-white houses, casting dark shadows. The stench of sewage permeated the narrow passageways.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Spa noticed that the sewage had become much less polluted.

He shifted his gaze and noticed that the road was gradually widening, and sunlight was falling on the ground, radiating wisps of heat.

The buildings are no longer dilapidated; everywhere you look, there are four- or five-story mansions with snow-white walls and gold trim.

The street before was clearly a slum.

The gap between the rich and the poor!

Spall sighed. Even after traveling to various parts of the universe and witnessing all kinds of joys and sorrows, Spall still felt indignant.

After he himself transmigrated, he was also born in a slum, so he naturally understood the hardships of living there.

A building came into view. Even surrounded by numerous luxury residences, it remained unique.

The building has more than twenty floors, and its white walls are made of jade and carved with various patterns.

However, its most eye-catching feature is the golden roof at the top, which reflects sunlight and creates a rainbow-colored halo.

Could this be the governor's palace?

Spare thought to himself, pulled out his cigarette butt, and exhaled white rings.

"We've arrived at the reception center."

The governor chuckled, shaking his large belly, and led the group forward toward the magnificent "palace."

You call this thing... a reception center?

Spall was surprised and turned to look at the governor, only to find that the robin's gaze was also looking in his direction.

"Don't be surprised! On our planet Nalando, hospitality is paramount. We will treat our guests from afar with the most luxurious treatment in the world."

The governor bowed deeply, glancing obsequiously at Spall.

But the lump of flesh on his stomach blocked his movements; he bent over halfway and then bounced back up.

"Thank you for your trouble, Governor."

The robin responded with a light laugh.

Spall turned his head away, unwilling to say anything.

He knew very well that those who frequented this planet were mostly important figures from the universe. Any one of them could decide the fate of the planet, so it was only logical and pertinent to maintain good relations with them.